And after all these years of marriage, he had set my calls and messages to Do Not Disturb.
He looked at me, hesitating for a few seconds,
then immediately answered the call.
I vaguely heard a familiar female voice on the other end, it was Vivian Hart.
But I had no intention of asking. I just continued packing my things in silence.
Only to unexpectedly find a few lace nightgowns among his usual suits and shirts.
I quietly took the inconspicuous file that was hidden under his computer.
It was the divorce agreement I had long discussed with the lawyer, already signed by Ethan.
A few days ago, I asked Ethan’s secretary to sneak this agreement in with company files.
Years ago, I saved Vivian Hart from a powerful man at a company banquet.
There was no other reason, but before I married Ethan, I was a bartender, very familiar with the colors of drinks.
So, when I knew my purpose, even though I risked being found out,
the secretary still resolutely helped me.
Even though the lawyer repeatedly warned me that I might not get a penny if I divorced Ethan,
I remained firm, "I don’t care about that."
Before marrying Ethan, I was an ordinary person, worlds apart from the status of a CEO.